On the way back to the thatched huts, the group walked in a strangely tense atmosphere.
Su Ling'er first took them to the Dining Pavilion for a simple meal. Afterward, she led them toward the heart of the sect's territory—a familiar stretch of wasteland.
As they walked along the desolate path, Su Ling'er, having made up her mind, finally sent an inquiry to the others via her divine sense.
[Su Ling'er]: My fellow disciples, may I ask what kind of token the Sect Leader has instructed us to use to send messages back this time?
The undercover disciples looked at her, their hearts filled with suspicion.
'Is Su Ling'er trying to probe for intel on Qingxu Temple's communication methods?'
'Can we really trust her anymore?'
'If we tell her the truth, will Miss Su—now the "Holy Daughter of the Demonic Sect"—try to sabotage us?'
As soon as Su Ling'er sent her message, the group fell deathly silent.
After a moment, a few of the new disciples stammered out their replies.
